Disclaimer: I do not own resident evil that would be capcom so don't sue me ok. I do not even own this story it was written by my friend Davy Rowe just so you know.
Chapter 3: Walter vs. black
Ops. Leader, codename 'hunk'
Walter had managed to find where the recovery team went, and ran into the sewer. He looked down at the sewage… it was filled with blood. However, before he could walk much farther, he noticed the sewage was draining… his footsteps changed from loud splashes to normal footsteps. However, there was another set of footsteps. He began looking around, poking his head around each corner, when he heard a gunshot. He instinctively jumped backwards, barely dodging a bullet. He leaned up against a wall around a corner, out of the shooters line of fire.
"Who are you? Are you the one that killed my team?" shouted the shooter.
"Are you the one that killed my boss?" Walter shouted back.
"He had something we needed… and I can't let you leave here alive." replied the shooter. "And if you're wondering who I am, just call me by my codename, Hunk."
"Walter Bishop. Nice to meet you. So you're one of the people that killed William and stole the G-Virus sample?" Walter yelled, as he unhooked the straps to the Mine Thrower.
"And what are you going to do about it? The sample is gone, when I saw the container, it was sprawled on the ground, and every single vial was crushed. And you're the only one in this sewer besides me. You're going to pay for killing my team, you scum."
Suddenly, Hunk jumped around the corner, and had the barrel of his gun against Walter's head. Before he could pull the trigger, however, Walter hit the side of Hunk's head with the Mine Thrower, throwing his aim off when he did fire. At that moment, Walter flicked the laser sight on, and took aim. He shot at Hunk's leg, and the dart stuck. Immediately afterwards, Walter kicked him to the ground, and ran around the corner. A second later, he heard an explosion, making dust and sewage fly everywhere. When the dust cleared, he looked around the corner. To his surprise, instead of a half-way blown-up corpse, Hunk was aiming at him. Walter jumped back around the corner as bullets flew by him.
"Is that all you've got, Walter? I expected more out of you." Hunk taunted.
"Don't think you have me beat…" murmured Walter. He then began looking around, to try and find anything that could help him. Walter happened to spot something glimmering on the floor. He picked it up, and discovered that it was a knife, most likely another Black Ops' knife. After reattaching the mine thrower to its strap, he took the knife in his right hand and charged at Hunk. Hunk was caught off guard; he dropped his gun and unsheathed his knife from his shoulder, and got ready to fight.
Walter made the first attack, sliding the handle of the knife between his index and pinky fingers, using his middle and ring fingers as support, and his thumb holding it in place. He drew back his arm, and made a straight stab at Hunk's heart. However, Hunk was twirling the knife on his index finger, and when Walter made his attack, he grasped the knife handle, and simply knocked Walter's blade to the side. He then did a complete turn around, gathering up force for a cut that would instantly kill Walter. When the knife came within inches of him, he simply leaned back. When he did that, he brought up his right leg, and kicked his hand, making the knife go flying through the air.
"Got you now!" shouted Walter, as he watched the knife fall to the ground. He then ran over to grab it, but before he could, he felt a sharp pain in his back. The next thing he knew, the room began to spin, and he was slammed up against the wall. He gasped for breath, and watched as the Black Ops leader ran for his knife. Walter tried to stand, but he quickly fell back against the wall. Then, he brought up his hands and coughed, but when he looked, he had coughed up blood. He was wondering how he could be wounded already, when he noticed Hunk walking towards him, tossing his knife up into the air and laughing.
"What happened Walter? I thought you said you had me beat?" his foe began to taunt. His eyes then appeared to glow red through his gasmask. "You won't last more than five more minutes if you keep fighting like that. How about we kick it up a notch?" he said, and began laughing.
Suddenly, Hunk charged. Walter had never seen such speed, his legs were moving so fast that they appeared to barely move. He looked around for his knife. When he found it, he turned pale; he had dropped it when Hunk slammed him into the wall, and it had slid a good distance away. Before he knew it, Hunk was within stabbing distance, and had drawn back his arm. Walter quickly put his weight to his right side, and rolled out of the way. The blade struck the wall, creating a loud noise and sparks, sending small debris into the air. When Walter looked at where he was leaning against the wall, there was now a large gash deep into the brick; it must've been at least three inches in the wall.
"Amazing… how can you do that?" Walter asked, while standing to his feet.
"It's simple… you just need a sharp knife and a strong arm…" he chuckled.
Hunk then took another swing at Walter, aiming for his stomach. Walter shifted his weight backwards, and took a quick step. Another strike came at him, this time his left arm. However, he left his guard down, and Walter took advantage of that; he quickly dropped to his knees, the knife blade cutting a few hairs off the top of his head. Hunk had no time to retaliate, as Walter got onto his left knee, and slid his right leg into Hunk's knees, making him fall to the ground. Walter jumped up, and before Hunk could move, he grabbed his arm, and lifted him up. He quickly shifted his weight forward, and launched Hunk into the air. Hunk hit the floor with a crash, and his body began sliding and flipping over itself. When he stopped, he laid there sprawled across the floor, as if he was dead. Suddenly, there was an eerie laughter echoing through the sewers.
"Good job, you managed to hit me. Fast for such a large guy, aren't you? No matter, you'll still get beaten." Hunk laughed. Then, instantly, he jumped to his feet, and began running. He had lost his knife when Walter threw him, but he didn't care. Walter didn't know what to expect, so he clinched his fists, and got ready for Hunk's attack. Hunk began with a right jab at Walter's face, which was blocked by his right arm. That was followed with a left hook at Walter's side. He wasn't quick enough, and the blow left him clenching his side. Before he could recover, he felt a kick to his head. The force of the attack felt like it crushed his skull, and he didn't even notice that he had slammed into the wall again, making him cough up a large amount of blood. He reeled over in pain, clutching his head.
"Is that it? I expected you to be able to withstand that." Hunk taunted. "Now, I'm going to make you suffer, just like you did my team."
Hunk lifted up his right leg, and slammed it onto Walter's back, knocking him straight to the floor. He then began stomping on Walter's back repeatedly, laughing as Walter began cringing in pain.
"Over already? I was hoping you would catch a second wind." he laughed. Walter began clinching his fists together, and began getting angrier and angrier with each stomp Hunk dealt. Then, he just simply lost it. He rolled to the side, dodging the stomp, turned around while on his back, placing his feet on the ground, and he put all of his strength into his legs. He then leapt off the ground, straight at Hunk. He brought back his arm, and thrust it forward as hard as he could. Hunk was caught off guard, not expecting him to be able to move that fast. Walter's punch connected, and it was devastating, hitting him square in the chest. The force of the punch sent him flying backwards, hitting a wall, bouncing off of it, and slamming onto the floor. Walter grinned, and wiped a thin line of blood from his mouth.
"Good show, man. But it looks like you've reached your limit." Walter managed to say, while holding his side. He began lurching towards the exit, to get medical attention back at the lab. Suddenly, he heard what sounded like machinegun fire, and tried to turn, but Hunk punched him in the chest. The force was equal to that of Walter's own punch, it knocked him to the ground, and he slid several yards before coming to a stop, unconscious. Hunk laughed louder than before, and pulled out a magnum.
"Reached my limit? No, but you have, and your time has come." he said as he cocked his magnum.
Then, he heard a noise that sounded like running. He looked down at Walter. It wasn't him; he was still KO-ed. The noise got louder, and he quickly turned around. When he turned around, his face met with a kick, sending him to the ground, and his magnum sliding across the floor. Walter regained consciousness, and looked up. It was Crystal, wearing a pink shirt with 'Made in Heaven' written on it, and a picture of an angel holding a bomb facing downward. Around her belt were several gun holsters. She ran up to Walter, and set him against a wall.
"Walter! Are you alright?" she asked, getting teary-eyed.
Walter looked at her, with one of his eyes half-open, his face covered in blood, and he grinned. "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me, just beat him. I know you can do it, he's fast, but I know you're faster." he managed to say, and he passed out again.
Crystal turned back to Hunk, who was just now standing.
"Ugh… fast, aren't you? Hopefully you'll last longer than Walter did. But I must know your name, you're the only person catch me by surprise." Hunk chuckled.
"Crystal… Crystal Graves. And you are…?"
"Call me by my codename; Hunk." he replied.
"Well, Hunk, you're going to pay for all that you've done." Crystal shouted as she charged.
Hunk also began charging, and they both drew back their arms. When they were a few feet apart, he swung, trying to punch her face. Crystal barely had to duck, and she grabbed Hunk's arm before he could retract it. She pushed her right arm up, forcing Hunk off the ground, and slamming him into the floor. Crystal grinned, and proceeded to do a knee drop into his chest. However, Hunk caught her knee, picked her up by her knee, and slammed her into the ground, knocking her out.
"That was pathetic… time to die." Hunk said as he grabbed his magnum from the ground. He got ready to pull the trigger, when he heard something behind him.
"Take this!" Walter screamed as he launched a full-strength haymaker at Hunk. Hunk tried to turn around and shoot, but when he turned, his chest met with Walter's haymaker. The force was incredible, and it sent Hunk flying across the room, bouncing off of the floor, and flipping over his self.
"I don't think he'll wake up for a while. Are you alright, Crystal?" Walter said as he picked his girlfriend up.
"Yeah… just a little dizzy." she giggled.
The two then headed back to the lab, where Simon and Annette were waiting. Walter set Crystal down, began walking towards his friends, but he passed out. Crystal, Annette, and Simon picked him up, took the elevator to the Umbrella building, and took him to one of the ambulances outside. A little while later in the hospital, Walter was put in the Emergency Room, and Crystal walked in to find him awake.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Ugh… I've been better. I need to know, how did you know I was in the sewers?" Walter asked.
Crystal looked up, and started rubbing her chin. "I saw police cars and a few ambulances pull in front of the Umbrella building, so I grabbed a few guns, and headed into the lab. There, I talked to Annette, who said you had gone into the sewers. So, I decided to find you, and when I got there, that guy in the Swat outfit had knocked you out."
While she was talking, a man at least ten years older than Walter, with medium length brown hair and glasses, wearing a dark brown suit walked in.
"Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Doctor George Hamilton. I heard you're one of the scientists from the Umbrella building, correct? I have no idea what's going on there, but the cops are swarming the place." said the doctor.
"So what's the damage, doc?" Walter asked.
"Well, you had internal bleeding, but it's already stopped. You also have a fractured rib, but it's not too serious. We can let you out of here in a day."
Walter then smiled, and got out of his bed. "I'll be okay; I have something I need to take care of though. Let's go Crystal. We may need you to help me with something later; we'll be back when we do."
"Be careful." George said.
Walter and Crystal walked out of the hospital, and got in a cab.
"Where to?" asked the driver.
"Take me to J's Bar." Walter said.
A few minutes later, the cab stopped outside of a bar, Walter paid the fare, and him and Crystal got out. They walked inside, and looked at the bar. It had old knick-knacks on the walls, such as old photos, and in the center of the room was the bar itself. Walter looked at the barkeep, a man about his age, with black hair, and wearing a brown vest, white shirt, and black jeans. The man looked up, and waved.
"Hey Walter, want me to get you the usual?" asked the barkeep.
"No thanks Will, I'm here looking for someone." Walter replied. He then looked around at the people setting at the bar. He then decided just to ask if he was here.
"I'm looking for Billy Coen." Walter shouted. Everyone in the bar looked, and quickly went back to what they were doing. Suddenly, someone on the other side of the room stood up.
"I'm Billy Coen."
